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When he was satisfied that it was slick enough, Fraser smirked at me, showing teeth.

“I will always give my mate everythin’ she needs. Now open yer legs and show me that pretty cunny, Daphne.”

The deep burr skittered over my body, causing tremors to course through me in anticipation of what he was about to do. I’ve never spread my thighs so fast as I did just then.

Fraser knelt between my thighs, eyes never leaving mine, and began fucking me with the vibrator. Slow and careful at first, obviously worried about how sore I was from before.

“Touch your breasts.”

My breasts were currently covered in his cum, but I didn’t care.

I ran my fingers through the thick, still warm layer, and circled my nipple, dragging it over me. I pinched my nipples and his pupils dilated.

“Cup them, both hands.”

I was like a puppet, moving where and how he told me and I didn’t care. Not when he was igniting my body in ways I’d never known before. As I cupped and rubbed my breasts, Fraser picked up his pace and added his other hand. He worked my clit like he was an expert at it already. It was still sensitive from before and soon I was writhing around like a wild, unhinged woman as I chased the release I so badly needed.

“That’s it. Come apart for me,” he urged.

“I…it’s…so good. You’re…going to make me...!”

“That’s right I am, because Daphne, you aremine.”

He pinched my clit on that last word and I screamed as sensation incinerated me. Wave after wave until I was babbling and sobbing with it.

I was barely aware of him removing the toy and going to the bathroom. My mind was foggy, my body boneless. He’d just reduced me to the most carnal part of myself and I could not bring myself to care or regret any of it.

In fact, as I watched him come out of the bathroom, two washcloths in hand, I still wanted him. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth, his teeth and claws. I wanted him to wrap me up and never let me go.

I love him. I love him…oh god, I do.

It was terrifying and wonderful and insane. Yet, it was there, bright and true in my heart.

He began to clean me up, his touch so gentle. And when he was finished, Fraser gave my nose a little kiss and threw the soiled washcloths into a hamper.

“Will you hold me?” I asked.

“Always,” he whispered, sliding into the bed with me and pulling up the covers.

His fur was still a little damp, but I didn’t care. His arms pulled me tight to him, my back to his front, and I’d never felt more cherished or safer than I did in that moment.

No matter what happens, I’m not letting you go Fraser MacDonald. I’m keeping you.

Chapter Twenty-One

Fraser

Therewasbloodeverywhere.

On my fur.

On the grass.

On Daphne’s legs and chest.

And most certainly, there was blood coming from the enormous Orc at my feet.

I heard her screaming as a distant thing. Like it wasn’t real.

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